The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-04-18
ONE OUT OF SIX,
The Commercial Traveller and the
Dram Drinker.
FrCD, the Chicago Herald.

From the Chicago Herald
1--WE always made it a rule, said Chicago
commercial traveller, who had just come in from
an extended tour through the far West, ito be
polite and civil to every one meet while on the
road. 1t pays in the long run and saves heap
of trouble. But sometimes it is pretty rough on
one s pride, and the sacrifices a fellow has TO
make in behalf of peace and good will are
frghtfully calling. About three weeks ago |
was in Globe, A. T. With another commercial
traveller visited notorious saloon in the town,
about which had heard good deal. We went
in out of pure curiosity, and going up to the bar,
called for drinks. rough looking man was
standing next the wall, about Is feet away. He
sang out in very unpleasant voice:
say, stranger, amt ye goin' to invite me
ter drink with yerg'
Not happening to feel very generous, or like
being imposed upon, said, No and my friend
and raised our glasses to our lips. Instantly q
pistol report was heard-a good loud one, too
which naturally startled me and caused me to
suspend drinking operations until l could re
cover from my establishment. When looked at
my glass l found no liquor in it. but it was
cracked and perforated. a bullet had gone
through it.
Bartender said /, give me another glass of
whisky. This is no good
You'll pay for it, he inquired.
Certainly said l.
again raised the glass toward my lips My
hand was not more than three inches from the
top of the bar when there was another pistol
shot The glass was shattered into dozen
pieces. AT this 1uncture began to understand
the game. My blood was up, and l called for a
third glass. 1t was broken the others had
been. l was frightened nearly out of my boots,
and expected to get killed at the next shot; but
was mad and kept on calling for glasses until
no less than five had been broken in my hand.
On the sixth felt sharp pang in one of my fin
gers. l looked, and saw that the bullet had
plowed furrow half its diameter across the top
of my forehnger. But the glass was sound and
the liquor in it. I raised the glass with a trum-
plant flourish toward the sharp shooter and
drank the liquor, He came right up to me, held
out bis hand and exclaimed:
That's on me, pard. l pay for all them
drinks. an now take another with me That S
the fust time in a coons age I've missed q glass.
thought mought be tibet I've hurt some O the
boys hands a leete. You'S the flst man .het
ever held up more'E two glasses on me- The
fust shot centrally makes EN- weaken. | like
yer nerve, young man. Let's hev Suthin more
on me-
This fellow, who was one of the most wonder
full sharpshooterS | ever saw, practiced that sort
of target work every day, they told me. 1t was
his regular amusement. Ninety nine times out
of a hundred he got his drinks for nothing, but
whenever he missed a glass or wounded a man
he paid for the drinks himself and did the square
thing all around. During the remainder OF my
stay in Globe he treated me first-class, and you
can bet that other people did, too, when he was
with me. That man has had big offers to come
East and shoot in public, but he prefers staying
out there, living off his share in a mine and
amusing himself shooting between fingers at
whisky glasses"